Hey People....I think Johnny wants us to continue the story after what he has typed down so far. Get it?
A little old who use to be a vaudeville drummer, walks into a bar where a rock band just finished their first set. He sits at the bar and orders a Guiness scout, he over hears the rock drummer talking to a patron about how he developed his fast double bass playing....
by running in the local town wade pool every day. Then he...
As a former English teacher and published author, I can honestly say that I have no clue as to what message you are trying to convey, Mr. Ringo! In other words, you may be a genius! The Pulitzer Prize in Literature should be arriving any day! Keep up the fine work! Truly, semantics is your life!
Brian
As a former English teacher and published author, I can honestly say that I have no clue as to what message you are trying to convey, Mr. Ringo! In other words, you may be a genius! The Pulitzer Prize in Literature should be arriving any day! Keep up the fine work! Truly, semantics is your life! Brian
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As a former English teacher and published author, I can honestly say that I have no clue as to what message you are trying to convey, Mr. Ringo! In other words, you may be a genius! The Pulitzer Prize in Literature should be arriving any day! Keep up the fine work! Truly, semantics is your life! Brian
I commend you, English was never one of my strong subjects.
I'm just trying to have a bit of fun here. Party
Old guy: turns to bartender and says "I was just thinking of a flaming rum punch. No, it's not cold enough for that. Not nearly cold enough...Wait a minute...wait a minute...Mulled wine, heavy on the cinnamon and light on the cloves. Off with you, me lad, and be lively!"
Bartender: Hey, look mister, we serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast. And we don't need any characters around to give the joint atmosphere. Is that clear? Or do I have to slip you my left for a convincer?
Old guy: turns to bartender and says "I was just thinking of a flaming rum punch. No, it's not cold enough for that. Not nearly cold enough...Wait a minute...wait a minute...Mulled wine, heavy on the cinnamon and light on the cloves. Off with you, me lad, and be lively!"Bartender: Hey, look mister, we serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast. And we don't need any characters around to give the joint atmosphere. Is that clear? Or do I have to slip you my left for a convincer?
After the old guy's young friend came to the defense of the local pariah who once had poisoned a kid, the bartender tossed them both out of the bar ("out the door or through the window"). Later the young guy pressures the old guy to tell him whatever became of his wife in this strange alternate universe. Old guy confesses and young guy is relieved and absolutely delighted to hear that she had become a successful librarian and self-sufficient young woman - no easy task in 1946. Not only that, but she's still single!
"Would ya look at that! She's a hot dame!" young guy exclaims. "Well I'm certainly happy to hear that none of these creeps in this crappy little town have had their way with her. And how delightful that she is doing such a good service for the community. HOT DOG! Welp, no auditor, no lost $8 grand, no impending prison sentence, and no Christmas party to host tonight. And there are plenty of honky tonks in this town. And, oh look, a music store! And, is that? It IS! It's a fully original Radio King Rolling Bomber kit leftover from the war on an overstock blowout sale! Now THIS is what I call a wonderful life. Now let's see if we can get you that wacky cinnamon wine you want. And maybe after the holidays I'll pay a special visit to the library, if you know what I mean."
